歌曲 | Poor Fool |
歌手 | Justin Townes Earle |
专辑 | Midnight at the Movies |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Earle | |
I am my father's son | |
I've never known when to shut up | |
I ain't fooling no one | |
I am my father's son | |
We don't see eye to eye | |
And I'll be the first to admit | |
I've never tried | |
It sure hurts me, it should hurt sometime | |
We don't see eye to eye | |
I was a young man when | |
I went down the same road as my old man | |
I was younger then | |
Now it's three am and | |
I'm standing in the kitchen | |
Holding my last cigarette | |
Strike a match and | |
I see my reflection | |
In the mirror in the hall | |
And I say to myself, | |
I've got my mama's eyes | |
Her long thin frame and her smile | |
And I still see wrong from right' | |
Cause I've got my mama's eyes | |
Yeah, I've got my mama's eyes |
zuo qu : Earle | |
I am my father' s son | |
I' ve never known when to shut up | |
I ain' t fooling no one | |
I am my father' s son | |
We don' t see eye to eye | |
And I' ll be the first to admit | |
I' ve never tried | |
It sure hurts me, it should hurt sometime | |
We don' t see eye to eye | |
I was a young man when | |
I went down the same road as my old man | |
I was younger then | |
Now it' s three am and | |
I' m standing in the kitchen | |
Holding my last cigarette | |
Strike a match and | |
I see my reflection | |
In the mirror in the hall | |
And I say to myself, | |
I' ve got my mama' s eyes | |
Her long thin frame and her smile | |
And I still see wrong from right' | |
Cause I' ve got my mama' s eyes | |
Yeah, I' ve got my mama' s eyes |
zuò qǔ : Earle | |
I am my father' s son | |
I' ve never known when to shut up | |
I ain' t fooling no one | |
I am my father' s son | |
We don' t see eye to eye | |
And I' ll be the first to admit | |
I' ve never tried | |
It sure hurts me, it should hurt sometime | |
We don' t see eye to eye | |
I was a young man when | |
I went down the same road as my old man | |
I was younger then | |
Now it' s three am and | |
I' m standing in the kitchen | |
Holding my last cigarette | |
Strike a match and | |
I see my reflection | |
In the mirror in the hall | |
And I say to myself, | |
I' ve got my mama' s eyes | |
Her long thin frame and her smile | |
And I still see wrong from right' | |
Cause I' ve got my mama' s eyes | |
Yeah, I' ve got my mama' s eyes |